I WANT A GUY. . . .
who would move the hair away from my eyes and then kiss me.
hold my hand in line at the mall and make all the girls jealous.
a pretty boy. but not so pretty that i feel akward.
someone who would think i was beautiful if i dressed so trashy it was classy.
someone who would sing to me at random moments.
who would let me sleep on their
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